Alternative sex between couples

One day, I told M that my wife had invited her over to make dumplings that weekend. After all, many years had passed, and the past was long forgotten. Besides, my wife and M had kept in touch, just not as frequently as before. M readily agreed. As soon as M entered the house, my wife pulled her into the kitchen to chop the filling and knead the dough. They chattered quietly as they worked, sometimes bursting into laughter. When everything was ready, the three of them sat down to make dumplings, and I asked them what they were talking about. My wife smiled and looked at M, who blushed and lowered her head to roll out the dumpling wrappers. The dumplings were made, cooked, and we ate our fill. Then we sat down to watch TV, and nothing happened. My wife gestured to me several times, but I pretended not to see. I knew that once she got out of bed, she wouldn't know what to do about it. After M left, my wife sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and asked what was wrong. I said I didn't know. Honestly, years ago, I would have been overjoyed and immediately made love. It seems that age has taken its toll, and my testosterone levels have declined. Later, my wife introduced a girlfriend to Xiao Z, and the three of them never played that crazy game again. My wife and I would only occasionally mention it when we were in the mood, teasing each other a bit. Once, after my wife climaxed, she solemnly told me that she still felt guilty towards me. I laughed it off and said, "You've forgotten my mistake, we're even." My wife said, "That's not the same thing." I said, "What do you want?" My wife said she had thought for a long time about finding a girl to do it with. I joked, "I can't even handle one of you, let alone two, spare me." My wife said, "I want one." I said, "Okay, okay," and then, in the heat of the moment, my wife and I discussed who would be most suitable. We went back and forth but couldn't find a suitable candidate. It seems that it's easier to find a man than a woman for this kind of thing; men get the advantage, so why not? Women get the loss, and who would be willing to suffer a loss? My wife suddenly remembered and asked, "What about Xiao M?" Xiao M was one of the girls from the company I smuggled during my wife's breastfeeding period; she was getting on in years and still unmarried. Xiao M and my wife get along very well. After my situation with her, she probably felt guilty and stopped seeing her as much as she wanted. My wife pretended not to know and even invited Xiao M over to make dumplings a few times. Xiao M is from the North. I told my wife that if she were a man, she would definitely be someone who achieves great things. My wife said she would invite Xiao M over to make dumplings this weekend. Xiao M graduated from university and got a job as a secretary at a company. I have a lot of contact with her. She is petite and pretty, similar to my wife, but a bit more introverted. She likes literature, and girls who like literature are often sentimental and can't control their emotions. We often talked about literature and ended up in bed together: once we were talking about Gabriel García Márquez's *One Hundred Years of Solitude*, and I said that my wife was busy taking care of the baby and I was feeling lonely, and Xiao M couldn't bear to see me lonely. But it never felt as satisfying as with my wife, and after a couple of times, it fizzled out. Actually, my wife really likes Xiao M. They get along very well and often go shopping together. She even said that whoever marries Xiao M is truly lucky. After I slept with Xiao M, he tried to avoid meeting my wife. My wife even asked me why I hadn't seen Xiao M at home. I quickly lit a cigarette and stammered that I didn't know. Later, when my wife found out, she didn't say much. After washing up, my wife pulled me to bed, hugged and kissed me, gently rubbing my limp penis. Slowly, my penis responded. I reached out and touched my wife's vagina; it was already wet. I got up and pressed myself against her, but she stopped me, making me lie down. She then straddled me, inserting my penis into her vagina, squatting up and down repeatedly. I held my wife's trembling breasts with both hands, occasionally playing with her RT (rhinoceros bladder), and my wife moaned as she reached orgasm. In recent years, when my wife and I have sex, we often use this woman-on-top position, her tenderness and caressing me gently. Seeing that I hadn't ejaculated yet, my wife bent down and started sucking on my penis again, licking and stroking it with her hand. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she took it deep into her mouth and swallowed the semen. My wife has a habit of swallowing my semen, saying it's her beauty secret. I'm not sure if her youthful appearance is related to this. I don't know how my wife explained this to Xiao M. Xiao M would come to visit from time to time and often asked me to treat her to dinner after get off work. It had been a long time since I'd spent so much time with Xiao M, and I couldn't help but ask about her personal life. I always had a vague worry that I was responsible for this situation. Xiao M said, "No way, it has nothing to do with you." She also said that she had always had suitors, but finding a suitable man was really difficult. Once, Xiao M accompanied me to a business dinner, and we both drank too much. Xiao M took me back to the company and then stayed. That night, as we made love, I realized that M was no longer the naive young girl she once was. She had matured, gained a certain charm, and developed a deeper understanding and enjoyment of sex, making our encounters more exhilarating and sobering me up considerably. As the night deepened, M lay on top of me as if asleep, while I smoked. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my wife; I remembered she was coming home earlier that day. She asked where I was, and I said I was at the office. She lowered her voice and asked if I was with M, then added, "You two continue, I'll come over." After lying back down, I held my wife and M close, occasionally kissing them both. My wife, tired from the journey and the intense lovemaking, started to doze off. M, however, wasn't satisfied and rolled over, rubbing her thighs against mine, occasionally teasing my penis. My penis was hard again; it seemed I had performed exceptionally well that day. M then had me lie down and straddle me, doing squats like my wife. My wife woke up, looked around, and then straddled me, letting me use my tongue to make love to her. A little while later, the two women started moaning again, and my wife and Little M even switched positions a few times. I enjoyed it, felt very comfortable, and let the two women do whatever they wanted, but I couldn't ejaculate. When my wife and Little M got off me, satisfied, my penis was still half-erect. My wife asked if I wanted to ejaculate. I said, "If I'm completely drained, there won't be any left." My wife and Little M laughed heartily. At dawn, Little M cleaned up the mess, and my wife and I went home. After washing up, we went back to bed for a nap. My wife nestled in my arms, her face still flushed; she seemed quite happy. My wife asked if I liked it. I said, "What about you?" My wife said, "It was quite fun." My wife asked what the difference was between penetrating Little M and me. I told my wife about Little M's appearance and said that Little M was a tighter girl, but not as easy to handle as you. I still prefer penetrating you; I like your hairy body. My wife said, "Who would believe you? You can tell I'm very happy." My wife hugged my neck again and said, "You're not allowed to see Xiao M alone, okay?" Xiao M had come to our house before, but we never had a threesome again. Xiao M later found her Mr. Right and got married. Many years ago, on a Saturday, my wife and I were taking a nap at home when Xiao Z from her company came over. Xiao Z was a college graduate assigned to my wife's company; he didn't have a girlfriend yet and worked alone. My wife felt that it wasn't easy for him since his parents lived in another city, so she often took care of him and occasionally invited him over for dinner. I was also very familiar with Xiao Z. My wife suggested we stay for dinner and went to the kitchen to wash some fruit. Xiao Z and I watched TV. I sat on the long sofa, and Xiao Z sat on the short sofa. We flipped through a few channels, but nothing was interesting. The afternoon sun streamed into the living room, making it feel a bit hot. The air conditioner was on, blowing out a few cool breezes, making us feel lazy yet also a little aroused. I suddenly remembered something and said to Xiao Z, "Let's watch a DVD." Before Xiao Z could answer, I turned on the DVD; it was an adult film, the kind with two men. Little Z seemed shy at first, but gradually became engrossed in the content. My wife washed the fruit and brought it over, sitting down next to me. She looked at the screen, opened her mouth as if to say something, then fell silent, smiled, and started peeling fruit. My wife and I have watched many films like this, sometimes even doing it ourselves; my wife says it's very exciting. Today, perhaps because there were other people around, my wife seemed a little embarrassed, a youthful shyness on her face. Little Z didn't notice these details, watching with complete focus. My wife likes Little Z, often telling me how clean he is, how innocent and lively he is, how sweet-talking he is, always calling me "Auntie," and even saying she wants to introduce him to a girlfriend. Perhaps because of this fondness, my wife didn't object to me and Little Z watching films. The films were long, with constantly changing characters, various fighting styles, and accompanied by heart-pounding gasps and shouts. My wife peeled an apple for Little Z and me, quietly placed it on the coffee table, and then silently started watching TV herself. I asked Xiao Z if she had done it before. Xiao Z shook her head. "Want to?" Xiao Z smiled shyly. My wife patted me. The three of us remained silent, staring at the busy couple on TV. The only sound in the room was their slightly rapid breathing. As we watched, my wife gradually moved closer to me and grabbed my hand. I thought she was feeling something, so I pulled her into my arms. My wife was only wearing a thin cotton nightgown, and I could feel her heavy breathing and the rise and fall of her breasts. My penis was already hard. I gently stroked my wife's lower abdomen and slowly slipped my hand under her skirt. She was completely naked. My wife likes to sleep naked; she must have been in such a hurry that she didn't have time to put on underwear.My wife is the type of woman with very thick clitoris, which feels amazing to touch. Whenever I touch them, she closes her eyes slightly, trying not to make a sound—it's like a key opening a lock. Amidst her intermittent moans, I kept rubbing her little thing that drives her wild, occasionally slipping a finger inside to tease it. Perhaps because of her erection, she was suppressing her reaction, trying not to make any loud noises, but her lower body was already awash with moisture. I leaned down and gently touched her nipples through her nightgown, and she let out a long breath and completely collapsed into my arms. I know her sensitive spots; normally, just touching them makes her immediately moan and groan, and today, with the added stimulation of porn, she couldn't care less about her erection and could only let me do as I pleased. My wife and I have always had a good sex life. In earlier years, I had a very strong libido and we did it almost every day. Although my wife was somewhat passive, she also enjoyed it. My wife knows I have a strong desire in this area and is very tolerant of me. She never refuses anything I do. Our lovemaking has left its mark on the bed, the floor, the living room, the bathtub, the balcony, the car, and even outdoors. We were inseparable, trying countless things. During her breastfeeding period, my wife's energy was somewhat lacking, so we did it less often. I then slept with a few girls from my company. When my wife found out, she only said to be careful not to cause trouble, which made me feel incredibly ashamed. However, as I've gotten older, my psychological and physiological states have changed significantly, and I've gradually felt less capable, which contrasts with my wife's increasingly strong desires in this area. Especially after our child went to boarding school, my wife had more free time, and with just the two of us, undisturbed, her desires grew stronger. Even the slightest touch to her sensitive areas would elicit a strong reaction, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. My wife didn't express any dissatisfaction, but I rarely saw her fully satisfied. Often, after we finished, she would struggle uncomfortably for a long time until she was completely exhausted. Actually, I pay close attention to my wife's feelings and try to last as long as possible, not just finishing quickly. However, the intensity and hardness are far less than before, and it takes ten days to two weeks for me to come again, which makes my wife feel somewhat unsatisfied. Sometimes my wife masturbates, but she doesn't want me to see, afraid of putting pressure on me. The more unsatisfied she is, the more she wants it, and the more she wants it, the more unsatisfied she becomes. To make my wife feel better, I would say some crude things about it while we were doing it, stimulating both of us. When I couldn't take it anymore, I would tell my wife to let other men come, and I would name a few of her favorite NBA players. My wife didn't object at this point, and even said, "Okay, come on, come on." I would also tell her about the sexual games described in online posts, talking about threesomes, which my wife found exciting and fun. Sometimes I would casually suggest trying it out. My wife would say, "As long as you're happy, I'll treat other people as you." But these kinds of topics are just things I say when we're in the mood; my wife doesn't really take them seriously. My wife is quite special. When we're having sex, she's very uninhibited and agrees with everything I do and say. But after we're done, she's like a different person. She won't allow me to say anything more about the nonsense I uttered during sex; she's very averse to it, an instinctive aversion. When Xiao Z came over, I thought I might as well give it a try, so I started by watching porn. I had to make sure my wife didn't feel awkward, otherwise she would definitely refuse. As for Xiao Z, from what I've observed, he should be fine. He's a young, energetic guy who hasn't been in a relationship. I've been through that age myself, so I know that kind of sexual desire. Besides, my wife is quite attractive, petite yet voluptuous, with a stunning figure, smooth and delicate skin, and looks much younger than her actual age—the kind of woman who easily arouses a man's desire. But my wife has great self-control and resisted many temptations. Perhaps that's why I wanted to do this. Seeing my wife getting into the mood and becoming somewhat carried away, I kissed her while trying to pull down her nightgown. She instinctively resisted for a moment, but then let me. I kissed my wife's breasts, and her fair body felt like it was falling apart. When I took her vagina into my mouth, she couldn't help but whisper firmly, "I want it, I want it!" I pulled down my pants, pulled my wife into my lap, and slid my hard penis against her vagina, which was already soaking wet, conveying an uncontrollable desire. My wife clung to me, writhing and squirming, eager for my penetration. Seeing that I didn't move, she broke free from my embrace, squatted down, and took me into her mouth. She used her warm, nimble tongue to tease me, sometimes swallowing, sometimes spitting it out. Little Z had stopped watching TV and was staring at my wife and me like a dazed man. I remembered that everything I did today was for my wife, and I had to put my own pleasure aside, so I lifted my wife up and sat her back down, kissing her deeply while continuing to rub my penis against her vagina. Seeing that the "timing" was about right, I beckoned Xiao Z to sit down as well, and took his hand to caress my wife's breasts. Xiao Z trembled with excitement, while my wife remained oblivious, her eyes closed. She must have completely surrendered herself to me, letting me do as I pleased. The caresses and kneading above, and the teasing and provocation below, brought my wife's desire to its peak; her thighs clamped tighter and tighter, her whole body trembling. While sending Xiao Z to the bathroom to shower, I thrust into my wife with a sudden burst of strength. My wife let out an "Ah!" as if pushed onto the crest of a rolling wave. After a moment of stillness, she intensely responded to my in-and-out movements. During the thrusting, my wife's gaze became hazy and fiery, and she occasionally let out moans of "Oh—oh—". I whispered in my wife's ear if she felt good, and she repeatedly said it felt good, good, so good. My wife was close to climax, and I knew I couldn't stop at this point, and that I had to go faster and faster, so I said I was being obsessive. My wife screamed, "No, no!" I quickly signaled to Xiao Z to get ready, then wrapped my arms around her from behind. I grabbed Xiao Z's penis, and the instant I pulled it out, I thrust it into her. My wife seemed to sense something was amiss, yet she couldn't stop, continuing to writhe violently, clinging to me tighter with each movement, truly treating someone else as if it were me, just as she had said. Xiao Z must have been doing this for the first time; his movements were flustered and clumsy. My wife lay on top of me, her buttocks raised, completely exposing her private parts. This precious place, which I had enjoyed alone for so many years, was now being cultivated by another man under these circumstances, with no other choice. My wife couldn't think much of it. I continued to kiss her and support her buttocks, matching their rhythm, letting Xiao Z thrust in and out, ensuring my wife received continuous stimulation. My wife screamed again. Little Z, being inexperienced, ejaculated quickly. As he withdrew, I promptly entered again, turning around to lay my wife flat on the sofa. I lifted her long legs and rhythmically thrust in and out, deeper and faster, gradually targeting her most sensitive areas. Previously, I could only focus on her upper body, not her lower body; now, both were satisfied. My wife was greatly stimulated, repeatedly crying out, "I want more! I want more!" I pushed Little Z away, entering my wife from the man-on-top position. After a while, we switched to the woman-on-top. Seeing Little Z unsure what to do, I let him join in. ... My wife reached orgasm. In the instant of her climax, she gripped me tightly, holding her breath, letting out a few screams as I thrust rapidly. She stopped moving, burying her head against my chin, breathing heavily. After a while, she looked up at me, then at Little Z, and smiled shyly. She whispered in my ear, "Am I very lewd?" I pinched her nose and asked, "Was it fun?" She hesitated for a moment and then nodded.I had my wife lie across the sofa, then took off all my clothes, and had Xiao Z take his off too. I picked my wife up and said, "Let's go to bed." Our bed is especially big, as if it was specially prepared for an occasion like today. My wife is a woman who can have multiple orgasms, and today I'm going to let her have her fill. I had my wife lie in the middle, and Xiao Z and I lay on either side of her. My wife probably felt a little awkward, turning her back to Xiao Z and hugging me. I kissed my wife, and had Xiao Z touch her breasts against her back. At this moment, Xiao Z whispered, "Auntie, can I see your private parts?" My wife obediently turned over and spread her legs. Xiao Z knelt down on my wife's private parts, excitedly stroking them with his hands. My wife's genitals had a light fragrance that I liked, and Xiao Z must have smelled it too. I saw my wife couldn't help but moan again, and when I looked, the little guy was burying his head and licking and sucking my wife with rhythmic thrusts—this was the move my wife couldn't resist. My wife was aroused again, so I quickly took her RT into my mouth. In the past, I could only focus on her upper body, not her lower body, but now both were satisfied. My wife was greatly stimulated and kept shouting, "I want it! I want it! I want it!" I pushed Little Z away and entered my wife from the man-on-top position. After a while, we switched to woman-on-top. I saw Little Z looking unsure what to do, so I let him join in. ... The three of us collapsed into a heap, panting heavily... After a while, my wife got up and said, "You guys are so naughty!" I saw her face was flushed, and beads of sweat hung from her nose. I knew she had enjoyed herself and wanted to continue. It had been a long time since I'd made my wife so happy, and I was also very pleased. I decided to give my long-starved wife a feast, but I couldn't get back up for a while after ejaculating. Seeing that Little Z was about to get hard again, I signaled my wife to continue. My wife casually grabbed Little Z's penis and made him lie down too. My wife was stroking my penis with her hand while kissing me—my toes, my thighs… a tingling, pleasurable sensation spread throughout my body. She didn't want to neglect me while she did it all, but I knew her desire hadn't subsided, so I turned to face her and kissed her, then let my penis enter her from behind. After a couple of times, my penis was getting the hang of it, lifting her thighs and easily penetrating her again. Although she didn't react as strongly as the first two times, she still moved in rhythm, enjoying herself immensely. We continued, our tongues intertwining, our hands and feet moving slowly, while my penis pumped vigorously. Being young, it was strong, and after ejaculating twice, it lasted longer. Like in my younger days, it could do it five or six times a day, growing more vigorous with each attempt. Seeing my encouragement, my wife completely let go, swaying her hips left and right, looking like she was about to climax again. My wife turned around and took me in her mouth, swallowing me deeply and shallowly. We often do 69, but it's never been this stimulating. Soon, I got hard again; it had been a long time since I'd had a double penetration like this. I sat up, had my wife lie down, lifted her legs, and helped Xiao Z slowly move to her front, so they were on top. My wife seemed a little uncomfortable with this close, face-to-face intimacy with a man other than her husband. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she gripped my hand tightly. As we continued, she became very engaged, her hips rising and falling with Xiao Z's thrusts, moaning as she did so. Xiao Z also became more and more skilled, each thrust powerful. Suddenly, he stopped and ejaculated again. My wife paused briefly, then abruptly rolled over, straddling me, grabbing me and thrusting inside, twisting with me. At that moment, my wife opened her eyes, and I saw fire in them—desire. My wife was exceptionally beautiful, consumed by lust. As my wife reached her climax, I also ejaculated. My wife still wouldn't let me out, slowly twisting and turning my penis while simultaneously leaning over and taking Little Z's penis into her mouth again. I said, "What a greedy woman." My wife chuckled and buried her head on the bed. I asked my wife if she wanted more. She didn't answer. I knew that after each time we finished, my wife needed to calm down slowly, and usually I had to help her release completely with my hand. Seeing that Little Z could still do it, I had my wife turn to the side, kissed her lips and RT, and let Little Z enter her from behind again. By this time, Little Z was probably exhausted, and his movements weren't as vigorous as before, which suited my wife perfectly. Little Z thrust a few times, paused, then thrust again. My wife also moved a little, then stopped. I thought my wife had had a very satisfying day. Little Z ejaculated, and we were both unable to move, lying on the bed. My wife looked up at Little Z, kissed him on the cheek, looking at him with pity, and Little L grinned foolishly and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful." A woman always has a special feeling when her man enters her, regardless of whether there are feelings involved. I think my wife felt that way at that moment. Besides, my wife is a very maternal woman; she often treats me like a child, and she sees Xiao Z as a child too. After resting for a while, Xiao Z left. My wife and I embraced and drifted off to sleep. We slept for several hours, waking up in the middle of the night. My wife and I got up, washed up, and went out for dinner and a late-night snack together. We were both very happy and relaxed, especially my wife, whose face was still flushed, making her look even younger and more radiant. Yes, women are like flowers; they need a man's care to maintain their beauty. After returning home, my wife filled the bathtub with hot water and we took a bath together. I like taking baths on hot days. My wife lay in my arms, and I stroked her; she was very quiet. My wife said she felt a little pain down there. I asked her to lift her leg to look, and there was a small tear. I thought it must have been torn when we entered each other. I told my wife, and she became a little embarrassed.I asked my wife if she felt good, and she said yes. I asked if she wanted more, but she said no. When I came home from get off work on Monday, she chuckled as soon as she walked in. I asked what was wrong. She said that when she saw Xiao Z at work that morning, Xiao Z blushed and said thank you, Auntie. I laughed out loud, saying she should have said thank you. I know my wife's habit, and for a long time afterward, I never mentioned that crazy time, and she never mentioned it either. Once, we were making love, and in the heat of the moment, I asked my wife how it felt. She said it was very exciting. My wife is a believer in love above all else, firmly believing that women and men are different, and that love is necessary for sex. I said, "Now you know you can do it without love, right?" She said, "That's because you're here." I asked if there was any difference between the two of them. She said Xiao Z's was harder, like when I was young, when my wife and I were 20 and it was our first time. She added that it was quite exciting and fun with both of them inside. Seeing that she seemed interested again, I encouraged her, saying, "Then let's have Xiao Z come now." My wife is actually a very conservative person at heart. In the first few years of our marriage, she mostly passively let me have sex with her. She said she liked seeing me happy and satisfied when I did it, and that it made me happy. As we did it more often, I gradually developed her sexual pleasure and enjoyment, leading to more orgasms and different rhythms, melodies, and tones in her moans. So much so that without her beautiful sounds, my sex life felt as bland as masturbation. Her current ravenous desire, besides being a physiological phenomenon for women her age, is definitely related to my over-exploitation. I once joked with my wife that if I ever got cuckolded, it would be my own fault. While waiting for Xiao Z to arrive, my wife and I kept having sex, but I didn't ejaculate or let her orgasm. Xiao Z arrived quickly, and I opened the door to avoid embarrassing my wife. Seeing me naked, Xiao Z understood what was going on. He took a shower in the bathroom and pounced into the bedroom like a puppy fighting for food. This time, my wife wasn't as reserved as before; she reached out and pulled him to her side. I saw that Xiao Z was already erect, so I let him penetrate my wife first, and then I pushed in... Before I had even started thrusting much, my wife was already moaning with pleasure. Xiao Z and I, one in front and one behind, embraced my petite wife, changing positions, pushing her to orgasm with each thrust. Seeing that neither of us had ejaculated yet, my wife's interest grew even stronger. She pulled out, let me lie on my back, and then lay on top of me, then had the bewildered Xiao Z come closer to face her... And so, my wife repeatedly lay on her back, lunged at me, and sang out "Ah, ah" with pleasure. Rocking, rocking, rocking to grandma's bridge. Sex, in a sense, is just an adult game. Because I had already been with my wife for quite a while, plus this unprecedentedly high-difficulty ordeal, I had no strength left after this ejaculation. After resting for a while, seeing that Xiao Z was erect again, I let my wife continue with Xiao Z. My wife was quite at ease, except for refusing to kiss Xiao Z, letting him do whatever he wanted. Xiao Z was delighted that I had left my wife to him alone. He sucked and nuzzled her, even making some noises. My wife seemed to enjoy it, writhing and responding, arching her hips to let Xiao Z penetrate her from behind, then lying on her back in a starfish position as he vigorously thrust into her… teaching this novice all my usual moves. My wife held onto my hand the whole time, moaning softly, like someone falling into a deep valley and then rising to the top of a wave. I watched my wife and Xiao Z making love, and it felt like I was seeing my wife and me from the past. When my wife climaxed again, Xiao Z ejaculated. My wife was tired, lying motionless on top of me, seemingly satisfied. My wife and I had had our fun, but looking at Xiao Z, he was already erect again. I laughed and pushed my wife up, asking her what to do. My wife gently touched Little Z's penis; it was still so hard. A feeling of tenderness arose within her, so she lay back down, resting her head on my stomach, and spread her legs, saying to Little Z, "Come on." I knew that although my wife hadn't climaxed, she was still enjoying herself, so I played with her breasts, watching her enjoy it. And so, Little Z ejaculated, got erect, and we did it again; he ejaculated again, got erect again, and we did it again, three times in a row. My wife couldn't help but laugh, saying, "You're as greedy as you were when you were young." Back then, my wife and I both liked to do it during the day. Once, we didn't get out of bed all day, almost collapsing the bed frame, until I could barely move to the bathroom. A long time later, one day my wife came home late from get off work. I asked her where she'd been. She said, "Don't even mention it! For days, Little Z has been calling me 'Auntie' this and 'Auntie' that, saying he misses me so much, he's so uncomfortable." My wife, feeling sorry for Xiao Z and having no other choice, waited until everyone left the office before lifting her skirt behind the door, pulling her thong aside, and standing there letting Xiao Z have sex with her. Xiao Z ejaculated twice in one go. My wife scolded me, saying it was all my fault; I was so nervous I didn't even have time to wipe myself. I lifted my wife's skirt to look; the small triangle of her thong was soaked, and there was a lot of semen flowing from her inner thighs. Seeing my wife's somewhat embarrassed expression, I suddenly got aroused, quickly stripped my wife naked, and we started having sex on the sofa. As we did it, my wife gradually got excited, constantly telling me to go harder. Soon, my wife cried out, reaching orgasm. While we were having sex, I talked to my wife, asking if she felt anything when she was with Xiao Z. My wife said it was really strange, she didn't feel anything at all, it was like serving the people. I said, how could that be? Aren't you usually so easily aroused? My wife said, yeah, I was wondering too, it seems I can't do it without you. I tapped my wife on the forehead and said, "Oh, so you're cheating on me and making me a cuckold." My wife was taken aback and said, "I didn't think of that. Yeah, yeah." She thought for a moment and said, "I need to quickly introduce Xiao Z to someone; this will never end." I teased her, "Don't you want to have two more?" My wife laughed and said, "Never mind, I'm satisfied with just you." I ejaculated. Life returned to normal. Only my wife and I were more active in bed; she said I seemed to be better than before. Another summer came, many years later. Xiao Z, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, came to visit with his wife. They'd been married for over a year, and the young couple seemed very happy. Xiao Z's wife was pretty, slightly taller and plumper than my wife, and cheerful; she made no secret of her affection for Xiao Z in front of others. My wife invited the young couple to stay for dinner, and afterwards, the four of us played "Dou Dizhu" (a card game), and before we knew it, it was late. Xiao Z asked, "Can we stay in Hexi and not go back?" I looked at my wife and nodded. After tidying up the guest room, my wife found new pajamas and toiletries for Xiao Z and his wife. Once in bed, my wife reached out and touched me. I asked, "Want some?" and then I knelt down and took her breast in my mouth. My wife moaned softly. Just then, Xiao Z, completely naked, pushed open the door, pulling his equally naked, plump girl along. Before my wife and I could react, the two of them were on the bed. Xiao Z went straight for my wife, while the plump girl straddled me. I saw Xiao Z again bury his face in my wife's genitals, arching his back. I've mentioned before that my wife's genitals have a delicate fragrance that's alluring. Xiao Z and his wife must have come prepared. The plump girl glanced at Xiao Z and my wife, blushing, and asked me if we should do it. I saw that my wife was completely immersed in the thrill and pleasure of sex, and her desire was aroused. I rolled over and pinned the plump girl down, penetrating her. Although the plump girl wasn't as attuned as my wife, she was very responsive, which made me feel closer to her. The plump girl's breasts were ample, gripping me tightly, providing a stimulation completely different from my wife's, traveling from my genitals down my back and throughout my entire body. With each powerful, continuous thrust, the plump girl curled and relaxed, her eyes wide open, staring at me, biting her lip to remain silent. The plump girl didn't moan during her orgasm, while my wife was already screaming and shouting. I saw Little Z drag my wife to the edge of the bed, standing on the floor like pushing a wheelbarrow, holding her legs up and thrusting in and out forcefully. My wife, having not enjoyed such brutal stimulation in a long time due to my waning energy, was clearly experiencing intense pleasure and satisfaction. After a series of passionate thrusts, both Little Z and I ejaculated. In the afterglow of their orgasms, my wife lay on top of me, and the plump girl lay on top of Little Z, kissing each other. While I rested and recovered, Little Z and the plump girl resumed their lovemaking, while the plump girl remained silent, continuing her battle with her husband, switching positions between man on top and woman on top. I told my wife that he was even better than we were when we were young, surpassing us in skill. My wife, seeing the two men's intense lovemaking, couldn't resist and grabbed me, sucking and licking me until my penis was erect. I penetrated her from behind, then rolled over with her, thrusting and gesturing to the other man… My wife trembled and screamed as she reached orgasm amidst the two men's violent thrusting. The fat girl was masturbating, looking eager to try. When the other man and I were aroused again, the fat girl leaned closer. The other man tried to penetrate her first, but as expected, when I faced her, I couldn't get in. Seeing that a quick attempt wouldn't work, the other man pulled out so I could enter. He then inserted his penis into the fat girl's vagina; apparently, they had already had sex. The fat girl's tightness felt incredibly pleasurable, while my wife stroked and kissed my back. Although I couldn't ejaculate again, I felt a blissful, ethereal sensation. After a few rounds of this, I cuddled the chubby girl, and my wife cuddled Little Z and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and went back to the chubby girl, sleeping soundly in her warm embrace until dawn. When I woke up, I saw Little Z on top of my wife, inside her. My wife was awake and pulling Little Z inside, thrusting as she pulled. Little Z twitched half-asleep, gradually becoming more intense, and my wife climaxed. My wife usually reacts more strongly in the morning; she said it's because she rested all night. After Little Z ejaculated, I saw my wife still seemed unsatisfied, so I continued with her. At this point, although I couldn't ejaculate, I could last a very, very long time.The couple, Mr. and Mrs. Z, were leaving. Mr. Z, reluctant to part, touched my wife's genitals one last time. The chubby girl kissed me, and my wife and I continued. My wife was still very enthusiastic. I asked her if she enjoyed it. She said, "What should I do? I like doing this more and more, I like it when two of us come in." I said, "That makes things a bit difficult." I think my wife likes that kind of intense stimulation. Occasionally, Mr. and Mrs. Z would come again, but we didn't do it. Later, we did it again. The couple had a fight, and the chubby girl came to our house crying. It was probably because Mr. Z had been playing cards and drinking with his friends, neglecting the chubby girl. It was very late that day. My wife tried to persuade her, then called Mr. Z over, hoping he would apologize and take the chubby girl home. My wife scolded Mr. Z, but the chubby girl became even more aggrieved, crying and wailing. We tried everything, but nothing worked. Seeing this, my wife said, "Let her stay." But after washing up, figuring out where to sleep became a problem. The chubby girl refused to share a bed with Xiao Z, insisting on sleeping on the sofa. I looked at my wife and smiled. My wife understood, dragged Xiao Z to the guest room, and I pulled the chubby girl into the master bedroom. The chubby girl seemed a bit sulky; she stripped naked as soon as she got into bed, and before I was even erect, she took me in her mouth, sucking and swallowing. I touched her genitals, and they gradually became wet. In the autumn, my wife's company organized a trip to Xi'an, Lanzhou, and Urumqi, a round trip of about half a month. Before she left, my wife prepared enough food and supplies for me for a month, giving me countless instructions. I asked, "What's wrong?" My wife wasn't like this when she was younger; she would always just disappear after a business trip. I suddenly remembered that my wife rarely went on business trips these past few years; it must be to take care of me. Before leaving, my wife said to me again, "If you need anything, call Xiao M; I've already spoken to her." After my wife left, I felt the house was empty, so I stayed in my office. My office is a suite with a bedroom. ********************* After a series of passionate encounters, both Xiao Z and I ejaculated. In the afterglow of their orgasms, my wife lay on top of me, and the chubby girl lay on top of Xiao Z, kissing him. While I rested and recovered, Xiao Z and the chubby girl started again, the chubby girl silently engaging with her husband, switching positions from man on top to woman on top. I told my wife that she was better than we were in our youth, surpassing her predecessors. Seeing Xiao Z and the chubby girl's passionate lovemaking, my wife couldn't resist, grabbing me and sucking on my penis until it was erect. I penetrated my wife from behind, then rolled her over, thrusting while gesturing to Xiao Z… My wife trembled and screamed as she reached orgasm amidst the two men's intense thrusting. The chubby girl was masturbating, looking somewhat eager to try. When Xiao Z and I were getting aroused again, the chubby girl came over. Xiao Z tried to penetrate her first, but as expected, when I faced her, I couldn't get in no matter what I did. After a frantic struggle, Xiao Z pulled out so I could go in. He then inserted his penis into the chubby girl's vagina; apparently, they had already had sex. The chubby girl's tightness felt incredibly good, and my wife was stroking and kissing me from behind. Although I couldn't ejaculate again, I felt like my soul was leaving my body. We played like this for a few rounds, then I held the chubby girl, and my wife held Xiao Z, and we fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and penetrated the chubby girl again, sleeping soundly in her warm embrace until dawn. When I woke up, I saw Xiao Z on top of my wife, inside her. My wife was awake and pulling Xiao Z inside, thrusting as she pulled. Xiao Z was half-asleep, throbbing, gradually becoming more intense, until my wife climaxed. My wife's reaction is usually stronger in the morning, which she says is because she rested all night. After Xiao Z ejaculated, I saw that my wife still seemed unsatisfied, so I continued with her. At this point, although I couldn't ejaculate, I could last a very long time. When Xiao Z and his wife were about to leave, Xiao Z reluctantly touched my wife's genitals, and the chubby girl kissed me. My wife and I continued. My wife was still very enthusiastic, and I asked her if she enjoyed it. She said, "What should I do? I like doing this more and more, I like it when two of us come in." I said, "That's a bit difficult." I think my wife likes that kind of intense stimulation. Occasionally, Xiao Z and his wife would come again, but we didn't do it. Later, we did it again. The young couple had a fight, and the chubby girl came to our house crying, probably because Xiao Z was playing cards and drinking with his friends, neglecting the chubby girl. It was very late that day, and after my wife talked to him, she called Xiao Z over, originally to have him apologize and take the chubby girl home. My wife scolded Xiao Z, but the chubby girl became even more aggrieved, crying and wailing. We tried everything, good and bad, but nothing worked. Seeing this, my wife suggested they stay. But then the question of where to sleep after washing up arose. The chubby girl refused to share a bed with Xiao Z, insisting on sleeping on the sofa. I looked at my wife and smiled. My wife understood, and dragged Xiao Z to the guest room, while I pulled the chubby girl into the master bedroom. The chubby girl seemed a little defiant; she stripped naked as soon as she got into bed, and before I was even erect, she took me in her mouth, sucking and swallowing. I touched her genitals; they were gradually becoming wet. The chubby girl's fullness felt wonderful to the touch; she was still young, with a completely different feel from my wife. Having had our previous intimate encounter, we were like old lovers, without any restraint. I rolled over and pressed myself against her, naturally penetrating her. The chubby girl hummed and laughed. The chubby girl, who had been sulking since entering the room, finally smiled, her eyes still glistening with tears. The chubby girl and I took turns, even doing 69. Her vagina was very thick and fleshy, and it felt good to lick, but it lacked the delicate fragrance of my wife's; it was tasteless. After a while, the chubby girl forgot her discomfort and became very absorbed. Perhaps because she was too tight, I wasn't used to it yet, and after a few violent thrusts, I ejaculated. Just then, my wife and Xiao Z entered, completely naked, embracing each other. Seeing the flush on my wife's face and the sticky fluid on her inner thighs, I knew they had already finished their rounds. Once on the bed, my wife kissed my limp penis, then lay on top of me, letting Xiao Z penetrate her. I stroked my wife with one hand and reached down with the other to tease her genitals, following the rhythm of Xiao Z's thrusts. My wife immediately climaxed, moaning "Oh, oh!" louder and louder. The chubby girl hadn't fully enjoyed herself earlier and couldn't withstand such stimulation. Seeing that one thrust wasn't enough, she started masturbating. Seeing their chance to reconcile, I gestured for Xiao Z to go over, leaving my wife to me. At this point, the chubby girl was no longer angry; her intense desire transformed into boundless pleasure the moment Xiao Z entered her. All resentment and grievance vanished. The two of them clung to each other, rolling around in ecstasy. Ah, ah… Inspired by the two young people, I regained my erection. My wife grabbed me and thrust herself inside me, doing squats on top of me. Her long hair brushed against my face as she panted heavily, reaching orgasm quickly. After a while, Xiao Z and I switched places, then back again. While we were doing it, Xiao Z whispered a few words to the chubby girl, who smiled smugly. The young couple were incredibly affectionate again. Naturally, my wife's favorite activity wasn't missed either. My wife even told the chubby girl that she should try it after having a baby, saying it was very exciting. This morning, the chubby girl and Little Z walked hand in hand through the bright sunshine after the rain. Little Z and his wife later participated in online swapping parties, saying it was quite interesting, and invited us to join. My wife and I declined, feeling it was a youth activity and not worth the trouble. Little Z mentioned there were people around our age or even older, but my wife and I couldn't accept that, finding it boring, even disgusting. My wife and I didn't intentionally pursue or seek it out. I'm usually very busy; making money is more important than sex. Having sex once is a way to release stress and relax, a buffer against the pressures of life. In our intermittent interactions, we even witnessed a miracle. ********************* In autumn, my wife and I traveled to Xinjiang. In the hotel's bathhouse, after I finished the sauna and shower, I inadvertently saw a young man of average height with an unusually large penis, almost inhuman, a true miracle. I imagined it would be even more spectacular when erect, and I thought of my wife. Unexpectedly, we ran into him again the next day when we went up Tianshan Mountain as part of a group tour. I struck up a conversation with him, and my wife, unaware of the situation, chimed in with a few words. It turned out that the young man was a graduate student who was traveling alone during his internship.The young man was very talkative, calling my wife "sister" and frequently offering compliments, saying she was beautiful and charming, much younger than her actual age, which made my wife very happy. That evening, back at our lodgings, I invited the young man to a Western restaurant for dinner. After dinner, I told my wife to go back to her room to rest while I chatted with the young man over tea. The conversation turned to matters of the heart. The young man mentioned having dated a girlfriend for six years, doing everything they should and shouldn't have, but they still broke up. I asked him what he thought of my wife, and he said, "Sister, you're a very lovely person; you're so lucky..." I went upstairs with the young man and entered the room to find my wife already asleep. I took a shower first, and while the young man showered, I undressed my wife, did some foreplay, and then penetrated her. My wife is easily aroused, and after resting, she quickly became aroused, moaning softly. While we were having sex, I dimmed the bedside lamp and said some provocative things, asking if she liked my large penis. My wife, with her eyes slightly closed, replied that she did. I said, "How about I bring my big penis?" My wife said, "Okay, okay." I turned around and saw the young man standing naked by the bed. Sure enough, his penis was shockingly large when erect. I gestured to him, and he seemed a little embarrassed. I then turned my wife over and entered her from behind, her buttocks sticking out. She immediately had an orgasm. After a few thrusts, I repeated the same trick as before, trying to pull out. My wife kept saying, "No, no, no…" sounding very uncomfortable. At this moment, I let the young man take over. The instant he thrust into my wife, she cried out, a sound that clearly came from pleasure. As she cooperated with the young man's thrusts, enjoying a new kind of stimulation, she turned her head… I whispered in her ear, "You like big ones when you orgasm. I've finally got one like this. I'm giving it to you as a gift." My wife responded with "Mmm, mmm." I asked, "Do you like it?" She said yes, and then kissed me passionately. My wife experienced multiple orgasms… The young man ejaculated, and my wife immediately got up to look at his genitals. She gasped in surprise. "Wow, it's huge!" she exclaimed, reaching out to grab it. Her small hand seemed even smaller compared to his penis. She tried to suck it, and his head filled her mouth. Aside from the foreigners I'd seen in porn, I'd never seen anyone so big in real life—almost twice my size, and long too. My wife, still aroused, climbed on top of me again and thrust in and out. She asked if it felt good. I said it felt good, watching her and hearing her moan made it feel good too. She smiled gratefully at me. After I ejaculated, she lay back on top of me, spread-eagled, letting the young man penetrate her… My wife almost convulsed, grabbing my hands and screaming, "Aww, aww!" We did it twice more, both my wife and the young man drenched in sweat. When I woke up, it was already bright daylight. I looked at my wife and the young man and said, "You two don't need to go out today. There's only one attraction left, and it's a two-hour bus ride round trip. I'll go with a tour group." The young man immediately nodded and agreed. My wife got up and hugged me, looking somewhat conflicted. Although she had been with other men in the past, I was always there for her. There was a kind of dependence, a sense of security, she said many times afterward. I patted her face, kissed her, and whispered, "Had fun." My wife hugged me tightly and gave me a long kiss. In between, my wife called me a few times. I told her, "Have fun, don't worry about me." I came back around 4 PM and saw my wife and the young man still asleep in the room. I figured they must be exhausted. My wife woke up first and immediately got out of bed to help me undress and turned on the hot water to wash me. I lay in the bathtub, and my wife, naked, scrubbed my back. I casually touched her genitals; they were still wet. I turned over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, letting my wife put on me. I said, "It's stretched too much, it feels empty." My wife continued to apply bath gel while saying, "Maybe. We haven't eaten and have been doing it non-stop. That big thing basically hasn't come out. Even when he ejaculated, it was inside. He ejaculated four times." I said, "Exciting, isn't it?" My wife nodded and said, "It's a really strange thing. Even after I ejaculated, it was still so big, just a little soft, like it never stopped. I can't even remember how many orgasms I had." She added that she wasn't used to it without me, so she had to turn off the lights, draw the curtains, and do it in the dark. She usually prefers to do it with the lights on and during the day. I said, "The other night at the bathhouse, seeing this guy's thing reminded me of you. I didn't expect to run into him again; it's fate." My wife softly called me "husband" and hugged me tightly. We woke the young man up, got ready, and went to have dinner. The three of us drank some wine, the atmosphere was great, and my wife even served the young man food; it was clear we were no longer strangers. That night we went to see a local song and dance performance. It wasn't anything special; the dancers were dressed very scantily clad. I got a little aroused, and before the show was over, we went back to our room. As soon as we entered, all three of us stripped naked. My wife lay in the middle, grabbing the young man's large penis and stroking it, while I went on top. I asked my wife if she was okay. My wife said, "I want you to do it," and then quietly told me that she felt a little sore inside. After I ejaculated, I climbed on top of her and asked if she wanted more. She said no. The young man also said, "I can't do it anymore, you're amazing!" We were supposed to leave after seeing the sights, but we stayed another day. The three of us were inseparable, rarely leaving the house except for meals and walks, and spending most of our time in bed. When we got tired, we talked. The young man said his girlfriend complained about his size, often crying out in pain during his act, which had caused him some psychological distress over time. This was one of the reasons he broke up with his girlfriend, and it also affected his self-confidence, making him hesitant to approach girls later. To make matters worse, his sexual desire was particularly strong, so he had to relieve himself. Doing it with my wife gave him a completely new feeling, experiencing a wonderful sensation he had never felt before. Actually, I noticed that the young man and his wife used a very monotonous position, always man on top. The wife had enough stimulation from his large size; she could orgasm immediately upon penetration, without needing to change positions or engage in vigorous thrusting. The young man didn't have much experience; he was only interested in the pleasure of ejaculation. Several times, my wife pounced on me, her lower body twisting like a pretzel, spreading her legs to let the young man penetrate her. After he ejaculated, although he couldn't get hard again immediately, he didn't collapse limply, so my wife kept playing with it. My wife found it surprisingly large and interesting, like a child getting a new toy, and even told the young man it looked like a large, domesticated herbivorous animal. The young man and I laughed heartily. After a while, the young man would get hard again and penetrate her, making her moan as soon as he entered. All three of us were tired, so I held my wife and let the young man enter her from behind. We cuddled and slept until dawn. Interestingly, his large penis remained inside her all night without slipping out. When the young man withdrew, her vulva was still open in a round shape. When we parted, the young man saw us off at the airport. He held my wife's hand briefly, called her "sister," and his eyes welled up with tears—he's still a sentimental person. My wife snuggled against me the whole way, very sweet and happy. I asked my wife how it felt, and she said it felt swollen, stimulating, and almost like it was hitting her throat. She added that it's good to do it occasionally, but she was afraid that being pounded by such a large thing for a long time wouldn't be enough, and she was scared to keep doing it. I said, "You've had enough this time, haven't you?" My wife said, "Yes, at least I haven't thought about meat for half a year. You're finally free."Six months later, the young man called me, saying he was going abroad. Seeing his hesitant tone, I suggested he come over sometime. He arrived on the last flight that night, saying as soon as he walked in, "I really missed you guys!" I said, "I think I missed your sister." My wife playfully hit me. My wife made a simple meal and sent the young man to take a shower. The three of us chatted for a while, drank some XO, and then tacitly went to bed. My wife and I went first, then the young man. I had an important contract to sign the next day, so I played for a while and then went to sleep. My wife and the young man moved to the guest room to continue. All night, I was half-asleep, constantly hearing my wife's moans. In the morning, I went to check on my wife and the young man; he was still asleep. He was embracing her from behind, his penis inside her. I looked closely; her vagina was stretched and filled completely, and it seemed a little red and swollen. In her dream, my wife's face still showed clear pleasure. When I came home from get off work at noon, the young man had already left. My wife ordered takeout, and we ate a simple meal. During my lunch break, my wife nestled in my arms, stroking me. I asked, "Aren't you done yet?" She smiled. I said, "It'll be hard to find one as big as you again." She said, "That's enough, honey. Big or small, I'm content to be your wife for life." Sometimes I think this is the kind of marital affection that only comes with approaching middle age—a sublime state. It's the kind of feeling where you break one part of yourself, then mold it back into yourself, you are in me and I am in you, connected by blood, inseparable by no force. The affection is like a fine, aged wine, rich and intoxicating. Sex is no longer as important as it was in our youth, carrying too much weight; it's merely MSG to season a mundane life, adding a little flavor. I imagine when we were young, if anyone had touched my wife, I would have resolutely refused, perhaps even causing a murder. My wife and I have had a rather unconventional sex life these past few years. It might be related to my own sexual upbringing, while my wife has been influenced by me. My wife basically goes along with whatever I say after we've married; she's a typical submissive wife, especially towards me, and is very tolerant of me. This tolerance stems from her understanding of me and her confidence in me. As for my sexual awakening—let's call it that for now—I've talked to my wife about it. It happened when I was in the first year of junior high school. I was the class's sports representative, and at thirteen or fourteen, I was already a young man. My homeroom teacher was probably in her early thirties, voluptuous and beautiful, with her long hair always tied in a knot at the back of her head. She spoke softly and gently; in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. (The author heavily edited the following content, so please bear with it.) One noon, I went to her dormitory to deliver homework. She was taking a nap, wearing a thin nightgown, her only underwear barely visible underneath. Her face was flushed, and she looked languid and relaxed, making my heart pound… One day after school, I helped my homeroom teacher carry a pile of homework to her dormitory. Seeing that I wasn't leaving, she sighed, quickly washed herself, and changed into her pajamas in front of me. The homeroom teacher patted the edge of the bed… When I left her dormitory, I felt a surge of joy and excitement, as if all the sunshine in the world was shining on me alone. The next day, when I saw her again, everything seemed normal. I kept a secret to myself, naturally… being young and naive, I didn't realize I was secretly happy. Later, I foolishly told one of my best friends, who was in another class, about it. We were both at that naive age, thinking it was like something fun and delicious… Having had this close encounter with my homeroom teacher, I studied even harder. I thought teachers liked good students, and homeroom teachers didn't like students who didn't do well, and I didn't want to disappoint her. When I entered high school, I got into a top school. On my last day at school, my homeroom teacher called me to her dormitory, and we did it again. After I ejaculated, as I lay on top of her kissing her breasts, she asked if I would remember her. I nodded vigorously, and while she smiled slightly, tears welled in her eyes. After starting university, my best friend and I visited her again. She was doing well; her husband had been transferred back and was now a minor local leader. Our homeroom teacher's husband wasn't home, but he invited us to stay for dinner. He asked about our university life and whether we had girlfriends yet. I said no, I hadn't met anyone as beautiful as her. She laughed and tapped me on the head with her chopsticks. After dinner, we rested for a while. She took a shower and didn't come out of her bedroom for a long time. Later, she called us in. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs, looking at me and then at my best friend, laughing incessantly until we were both embarrassed. She was even more charming after her shower, with a more alluring beauty than in her younger days. Then she slowly lifted her newly changed nightgown, showing us that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her fair thighs and soft, downy breasts instantly transported us back to the past. She smiled and said, "Want some? You two silly boys..." I told my wife about this when we were dating, and she laughed so hard she almost choked, saying, "Your homeroom teacher is quite interesting." I've been thinking about this too. Perhaps it's because of her gentle and kind nature; I've never seen her argue with anyone, only be bullied. Her way of protecting herself was to minimize contact with others, especially male teachers. She was also more tolerant and less reprimanding towards students. Coupled with the fact that she had no children, her life was lonely. The homeroom teacher was a simple and easygoing person. I think she didn't place much importance on sexual morality, but I never heard of or saw her casually causing trouble in matters of love and sex, unlike several restless female teachers in our school who did. Later, as I met more women, including my wife, none of them cared for me or made me happy like my homeroom teacher did, showing any maternal affection. In her eyes, I was probably half man and half child, perhaps more child. Many years after our marriage, my wife and I made a special trip to visit her in the city where she lived. She had long since retired, her husband had passed away, and she lived alone. As soon as my wife saw her, she quietly told me that she must have been a beauty in her youth. The homeroom teacher, holding my hand in one hand and my wife in the other, smiled and said, "In the blink of an eye, you've both grown up, and I've grown old." I saw tears welling up in her eyes. My homeroom teacher lived in a government-subsidized apartment owned by her husband's workplace. Because her husband had passed away early, she wasn't eligible for a better apartment, so her living conditions were rather basic, but she kept it very clean. She was a very tidy person. After returning to the hotel, I learned that apartments in this city weren't expensive, only around 700-800 yuan per square meter. My wife and I discussed buying her a newly developed, furnished two-bedroom, two-living-room, one-bathroom apartment in a nearby complex. Back then, apartments weren't readily accepted, unlike the current market frenzy. The paperwork was also very simple; the card I had was enough for the down payment. When I handed the keys to her, she absolutely refused to take them. Later, my wife pulled her aside and talked to her for a long time. I noticed that both she and my wife were wiping away tears. She finally accepted the keys, and my wife accompanied her to complete the property registration. I arranged for a moving company for her, intending to get everything settled so she could move in, but we had an urgent matter and had to leave. My homeroom teacher said, "You two go back quickly, don't let an old woman like me cause any trouble." I've maintained some intermittent contact with my homeroom teacher since then, making occasional phone calls to say hello. Honestly, I'm still very grateful to her, not only for the unexpected joy she brought me during my懵懂 (muddled) adolescence, but also for the indescribable warmth she gave me, accompanying me into adulthood. Even my eventual marriage seems to have been somewhat influenced by this subconscious feeling. My wife resembles my homeroom teacher in some ways. (The End)After resting for a while after dinner, our homeroom teacher took a shower and didn't come out of her bedroom for a long time. Later, she called us in. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs, looking at me and then at my best friend, laughing incessantly until we were both embarrassed. She was even more charming after her shower, with a more alluring quality than in her younger years. Then she slowly lifted her newly changed nightgown, showing us that she wasn't wearing underwear. Her fair thighs and soft, downy breasts instantly transported us back to the past. She smiled and said, "Want some? You two silly little devils..." I told my wife about this when we were dating, and she laughed so hard she almost choked, saying, "Your homeroom teacher is quite interesting." I've also thought about this. Perhaps it's because of her gentle and kind nature; I've never seen her argue with anyone, only be bullied. Her way of protecting herself is to minimize contact with others, especially male teachers. She's more tolerant of students than reprimanding them. Plus, she doesn't have children, so her life is lonely. My homeroom teacher was a simple and easygoing person. I think she didn't place much importance on sexual morality, but I also never heard of or saw her casually causing trouble in matters of love and sex. In fact, there were a few restless female teachers in our school who caused quite a stir. Later, as I met more women, including my wife, none of them took care of me or made me happy like my homeroom teacher did, showing any maternal love. In her eyes, I was pr

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